Wed, Jun. 15th, 2005, 09:57 pm

Wed, May. 18th, 2005, 05:58 pm

life is a patha journey to unfoldtimes of greatnessand of woeyet on we walkthe new to faceour paths may crossbut never for longsoon we'll split againmaybe to cross once moreor divided to remain but this i knowthose that i meetremain always by my side

Though i may look back and search for a different pathi always return to the one i now walki sometimes look away hoping to see a friendly faceat the next bend in the pathwhen i see a friend as they walk i hope we may meethowever it seemsi walk this path to its endgreat or worthlessmy friends follow me alwaysthought the fogover mountainscross the hottest desertsthere always thereand so i can move oni always go forwardthough sometimes look backi know it is over the past cannot change but future is minei make it my ownas i walk this path i see the sun it dose risethe fog it dose lifei can overcomei can always resistthe need to turn back to live in the pastits over its goneit can never come back

Mon, May. 16th, 2005, 06:57 pm

i played a joke on Neil and Sam last week end. We were at chuch at night and went up to the sanctuary. we were the only ones up there and it was creepy even with the lights on. Sam turned the lights off i droped in to a siting postion and when neil and sam started asking me questions i just remained quite. they got p to turn the lights. when they went back i hide behind the podium. Neil and Sam looked back and i was gone. They freaked out and ran down stairs. it was funny.

Sun, May. 15th, 2005, 08:31 pm

I had a lock-in this week end for church. It was fun, we painted our room has a blue ceilling 2lime green walls and 2 brown ones. I was up all night talking to erika, i actually stayed up talking to someone all night who i couldn't even start a convorsation with 3 weeks ago.... well i need to get some more sleep i'v only gotten about 6 hours x_x

I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of Suburbia From the bible of none of the above On a steady diet of soda pop and ridalin No one ever died for my sins in hell As far as I can tell Atleast the ones I've gotten away with

But there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In the land of make believe That don't believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix The living room in my private womb While the mom's and brad's are away

To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes and mary jane to keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine

But there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be IN the land of make believe That don't believe in me

At the center of the earth In the parking lot of the 7-11 where I was taught The motto was just a lie It says "home is where your heart is" But what a shame 'cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same We're beating out of time

City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere

City of the damned Lostchildren with dirty faces today No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall

And so it seemed to confess It didn't say much But it conly confirmed that The center of the earth is the end of the world and I could really care less

City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere

City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care

I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care

And I don't care

Everyone's so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrites Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave We are the kids of war and peace from Anahem to the Middle East We are the stories and disciples of the Jesus of Suburbia

Land of make believe And it don't believe in me

Land of make believe And it don't believe in me And I don't care And I don't care And I don't care And I don't care!

Dearly beloved, are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying Are we demented? Or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retard? Or am I just overjoyed? Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word And that's my best excuse

To live and not to breathe Is to die in tragedy To run, to run away, to find, what to believe And I, leave behind, this huricane of fucking lies

I lost, my faith to this, this town that don't exist so I run, I run away To the light of masochists And I, leave behind, this hurricane of fucking lies And I, walked this line, a million and one fucking times But not this time!

I don't feel any chame, I won't apologize When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain when you've been victimized Tales from another broken home

Wed, May. 11th, 2005, 06:15 pm

well everybody at school thinks im crazy. mabeys it the fact that im wearing a hoodie in 80 degree weather. or the fact that i'v been know to get in fights for no reason. but im sick of my fuckin school, i hate it don't help me at all. and if any body reads this who isn't my friend stay the fuck away from me.

Wed, May. 11th, 2005, 11:53 am

Everything seems to be geting better. i talked to sara yesterday which i nice cause i thought she was pissed at me for not talking to her for a while. I still can't understand how some people can be so diffrent from on day to another. i wish i could just be stable for a day i need help in more way then one. it was said that great things come to those who wait.... i'v been waiting for 15 years....